A/N: Hello Everyone! Neko-chan here again! Have fun reading chapter 2! Reviews are appreciated! Thanks to Panda-chan for helping me edit!

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia: Axis Powers or any of the characters. All credit goes to Hidekaz Himaruya!

Chapter Two: Thinking, Helping and Evil Plans!

"Ludwig?"

Ludwig stretched his aching muscles. He had been bent over for quite a while, scribbling in his notebook frantically. He was getting some really good ideas for the Axis attack plan, but mostly he was just making a list of necessary foods to accompany them on their trip. The German had remembered to include plenty of wurst; it was after all, the most important item! Japan's little mochi balls and Italy's favorite pasta brand. He rested his chin on the palm of his hand, which he had propped up on his leg. He closed his eyes, thinking of the Italian. Feliciano….Where had that dummkopt gone now?

Feliciano whipped around, expecting to find a certain blonde in his presence. His gaze drifted up the pale trench coat and his eyes lingered on the childlike face of a familiar nation. It's not like Feli wasn't happy to see the Russian, for he was. However the Italian's heart was still shattered from earlier…..He didn't want to talk to anyone now. Feliciano knew he was weak enough before…. but NOW, he felt all his former energy drained from his body. A powerful nation was standing in front of him and he didn't even have a white flag on him at the moment. The other's scarf blew softly in the wind and the coldness sent a chill up his spine.

"Ciao…Ivan." The brunette forced a small struggled smile to his face. He then whimpered slightly at the large country.

"Hello, Italia. How is your day? Good?" Ivan smiled back at the other, his lavender colored eyes narrowing at bit at the obvious fake grin.

"Great! Just like always! Veh~!"

"Da. That is great. But….why are you crying?" The Russian's eyebrows scrunched together and he crossed his arms, pipe hanging from his right hand casually.

"N-Nothing! Nothing's wrong!"

"KolKolKol…." Russia swung the piece of metal into his outstretched palm, his slim fingers slowly wrapping themselves around the pipe's frame. "Tell me…or you die." Ivan's aura immediately turned a dark purple, flecked with black dots. Russia continued to laugh softly as stared down at the horrified country.

"WAHHHHHHHHHHHH! VEH! PLEASEDON'THURTME! IWILLTELLYOUANYTHING, IDON'TWANTTODIELIKETHIS!" Feliciano yelled out, his cheeks hot from the tears he was crying at the moment.

Russia sighed, sad to stop being so threatening and lowered the pipe, showing he wasn't going to harm the Italian. "Tell me. Why are you crying?"

"!" His words blended together, but Ivan was able to make out the most important parts. Russia nodded and looked down at the piece of fresh meat. He smirked to himself, for the Italian could be his. Just like the Baltic Trio. He spoke in such a sweet voice, it was making him sick.

"I'm so sorry for your loss, Feliciano. If you don't mind, you could always JOIN me? I would never hurt you, and I'll make you feel not so bad about Germany." He smiled, his lavender eyes locking with the chocolate brown ones of the young Italian.

"That's so nice of you, Russia! Veh!" Italy smiled his usual grin, instantly feeling better from the Russian's kind and thoughtful words.

"That is so nice to hear!" Ivan grinned back down, his grip tightening on the steel pipe, which he had stuck back into his belt. He extended a hand out to Feliciano, for Ivan knew that he had to gain this cute little nations trust, in order to control him. This task was simple and no sweat, for Ivan was the best around at manipulating people. Seriously. He is the Soviet Union. Feliciano softly took the other's gloved hand, his shoulders still shaking slightly from his heart almost breaking. He didn't need that stupid jerk Germany anymore. He gazed up at the other's smiling face and a new hope was born.

He started to speak, holding the other's hand firmly. "Ivan….I don't want to say with Germany anymore. Where will I stay?"

"With me of course." Came the reply, in a cheery yet unsettling voice.

"B-But I need my things!" The Italian whined cutely and Ivan…however was dragged down by the cuteness. He didn't want to give in….but….he had to.

"Fine! Get your things packed and leave it by your bedside. That way when I break in and steal you away tonight, you will be all ready." The Russian's plan was working perfectly. He smirked in approval, his mind racing with thoughts of all the dastardly evil things he could do.

At this time, loyal readers, you are most likely wondering what the Soviet Union's grand scheme is. Yes? Well. I would rather Ivan not get into detail, for he is a bit too scary. Russia plans on taking our dear sweet North Italy back to the Allies. Why? For if they get Italy, they can easily break Germany. Now, just handing the innocent child over to the other nations right away…..is not that fun. We all know that Russia likes fun. The country thinks that Italy would make a spectacular maid. Seeing how he already has the Baltic States as slaves, he figures that another would do. You're probably bored with me talking, and would like to know how the tale ends, eh? Well, if you insist.

What happened next had Ivan utterly confused. Why did he do that?